Neon Genesis - Ibarra

Stood by your prophecies and cursed at the sun Waiting for rain in the middle

of summer

Precious your words you say all has been done

Our throats are still itching and everythings falling down

Pray you to the aftermath

Pray you to the flames

Pray you to the aftermath

Pray you

One by one we fall

with each one taking down the other

One by one we fall

Poor little boy looking out at the train tracks waiting for someone to bring it

all back to them

Stolen and sold the life that he leads

when will it start to hold when will it start again

Pray you to the aftermath

Pray you to the flames

Pray you to the aftermath

Pray you

One by one we fall

with each one taking down the other

One by one we fall

Tell me what I have to give